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Take the Joy from my Hands

Take the joy from my hands
A bit of honey comb and a bit of the Sun
Just like Persephone's bees has told us to do
You can't unlock the boat that hasn't been locked
You can't hear soft steps of the shadow
You can't overcome the horror in darkness of existence
All that is left for us are fluffy kisses
Unique, like small bees
That die while flying out of their nests
They pass through crystal clear thickset of the nights
Their homeland is a dark forest in Taygetus
Their food is time, linden-blossoms and mint
Here is my stark, joyful aid
Dry collar, dead bees
Honey has become the Sun in their bodies
Honey has become the Sun in their bodies
 

To fly (letat')

At the bloody dawn
I am looking for my comet.
I'll tell you a secret, I'm waiting for you.
My fingers are wild,
Electricity flows into them.
This is enough for us until May.
And then there will be a long-awaited thaw,
It will blow my mind.
 
I'm not a boy, I'm not a girl.
I am your tender beast.
Believe in my fairytales,
Belive strongly.
I will teach you,
I will teach you,
I will teach you,
I will teach you how to fly.
 
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